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Mar 2013
Things happen quickly
One minute, I'm alive
My body is warm
With each inhale, my chest rises
With each exhale, it falls
It continues on that way,
And I'm unaware of it,
Until a masked gunman pulls his trigger
As quickly as the sound of the bang
The colors fade from my eyesight
Everything looks stale
Heat escapes me, and my hands
Feel like static
Like those eerie TV stations that don't work
They're there, but not present
They don't reach anything
I've become aware of my body
But I can't feel it
At the same time, it's all I can feel,
Hollow
An empty room where you wonder
What's here?
What used to be here?
What is coming here?
This is the part where I shut down
Completely shut down
My only function is to
Rock myself back and forth
Not even to breathe
The control over that was killed
With the gun from earlier
Just had a slower death
They say when things are quiet enough
People are driven insane
Because all they can hear is their mind
And when I've shut out the rest of the world
Whether I mean to or not
That statement is the truth
Melissa L
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Melissa L
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